I’ll be having company at the lake in July.
My grandson.
He has never the seen the lake or the mountains or our gravel roads. He has never eaten his grandmother’s peach pie or picked raspberries from the garden.
Banjo Man and I are beyond excited.
So to honor this occasion I am, of course, making a quilt for the little guy to nestle under at night when the cooler breezes come down the mountain.
I’ve had some fun putting this together.
You’re going to have a wonderful time!
Best. Grandma. Ever.
How exciting! Maybe he will bring his drumsticks and be a “guest” musician in the band!